Restoring Order (Drew's POV)

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End of January

"Let's go, Nikola!" I yelled, "Get in the car!"

She came skipping down the stairs and out to the porsche.

"Ready," she chirps.

I shift into drive and the car speeds down the dirt roads, flies over the pavement and settles into my usual parking spot.

"Catch ya later," she says as she gets out of the car and falls in step with some of her friends.

"Hey, Ryan," I say lowly as I close the door.

"Yeah, Drew?"

"Did you, uh, you know?" I kind of whisper.

He laughs loudly, "Feeling it again?"

God, he obviously doesn't know how severe and serious this is!

I nod.

"Dude, its all taken care of. Kick ass later! Oh, and feel good," Ryan wandered off to go talk to some other friends.

I was getting really nervous. Or I was just over reacting...no, I was nervous. I should be nervous. But everyone is depending on me! If I let them down...

I shook my head and started walking to my locker.

17...59...41...

Locker opens. I pull out two binders and then close it.

"Oh my gosh!"

"No way!"

"Are you looking?"

"I'm looking!"

"I can't believe it!"

A whole bunch of people are gathered around a bulletin board.

I shove some kid into a locker, "Yo, what's everyone looking at over there?"

"P-pictures," the kid whispers.

"Of?"

"You should see for yourself, Drew."

I let go of him before he turns back around, "Oh, here is your math homework, Drew."

I snatch the paper from his hand and then stomp over to the group of people. I shove them aside until I am standing right up front. My mouth drops open and my breath catches in the back of my throat.

Oh-my-FUCK!

What the fuck?!?

Tacked up onto the board were pictures of my sister- with Crash. She was-and he- but she-

Again, what the fuck?!

That emo goth girl sitting on the table couldn't be my sister! That girl tearing a back drop to pieces couldn't be Nikola! The punk wearing baggy cargo pants and torn shirts and heavy make up- wasn't a cheer leader.

 The people around me we're saying what I could only think.

"Why was she with that loser?"

"What the hell is she wearing?"

"God! They're holding hands!"

Its my turn to ask a question, "What the fuck is he doing wearing a football jacket?"

The buzz around me increased. A few people started asking me questions; when did this happen? What possessed Nikola to hang out with him of all people? Had she fallen and got a concussion?

I don't know when this was from. She must have hit her head...hard.

She must be insane for hanging out with the school's biggest loser!

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